Every car in the lot was shrieking. Their lights were flashing and their alarms were blaring. Castiel stepped between the vehicles, laying his hand gently on the hood of an overturned car. The lights and alarms immediately fell still, and the angel drifted silently between them until he reached the body of a lovely female clothed in a white dress. His brows furrowed faintly and he knelt down. "Goodbye, sister..." He whispered sadly, turning to look over his shoulder as he heard the sound of police sirens wailing in the night. Slowly, he stood up and disappeared.

xx

MUKILETO, WASHINGTON

xx

It was exactly 2:22 AM when Dean's eyes immediately shot open and he found Uriel standing over the edge of the bed, a disgusted expression on his face as he stepped away from the bed and walked to the center of the room. "Hello, Joel. Castiel." He said with no emotion in his voice to both of them with a nod.

Joel looked up from where he had been sitting at the end of Ella's bed. He stood up slowly, and Castiel, who had been sitting in a chair across from him did the same. Joel lowered his eyes, not meeting Uriel's gaze. "Hello, sir." He said quietly.

"I'm sure you are aware of the recent killings of our brothers and sisters," He said, looking at Joel and then Castiel.

"Yes," Castiel said, stepping up to stand beside of Joel. "I found one of our sisters slaughtered just the other night." Joel glanced up at Uriel with a frown. "Do you have any idea who is doing this?"

"Demons," He replied. "We don't know how they're doing it, but we have Allastair."

"Well, there you go, he should be able to name your triggerman," Dean said with a shrug.

"How are you going to get him to talk?" Joel asked with a frown. "He's not just going to tell you who is killing our brothers and sisters."

"Yeah, he's like a blackbelt in torture, you guys are way out of your league," Dean said with a scoff.

"That's why we've come to his student," Uriel said, not taking his eyes off Dean. "You happen to be the most qualified interrogator we've got."

"Dean, would you?" Castiel said, looking to him and stepping toward him. "I know it is a lot to ask of you, but our brothers and sisters are dying."

Dean's eyes were staring down at the ground, and he rose them slowly to look at Castiel. "No. You can't ask me to do this, Cas, not this."

"Who said anything," Uriel said, stepping forward until he was right in front of Dean's face. "About asking?"

xx

Joel and Castiel appeared simultaneously inside of a large warehouse. Just in front of them was a heavy metal door with a small window where they could see Allastair chained to a massive, metallic Star of David. Dean found himself standing behind Joel and Castiel. He glared at Uriel, who was standing to the side with his hands stuffed in the pockets of his black suit pants.

Castiel frowned, his brows furrowing as he looked from Dean to Uriel. "We can't ask him to do this, Uriel..."

Uriel shook his head. "You said so yourself, Castiel, our brothers and sisters are dying. Dean must do this."

Dean stared through the glass window at Allastair. "If you make me do this, if you make me go in there. You're not going to like what comes back out."

Castiel looked from Uriel to Dean. "I am sorry about this." He said quietly.

Joel looked to Uriel for a moment then took a step toward Dean. "Dean, you don't have to do this." he said quickly, though he knew he would get in a lot of trouble for this. "You could walk away. I could take you back."

"Joel, we have to talk. Alone." Uriel said, his face just as expressionless as always. "Dean, go now, before I rethink letting your inhuman disease of a girlfriend live."

Without a word, Dean pulled open the door, pushing a rusty metal cart through the doorway. The sound of creaking wheels scraping against the cement floor was heard, followed by the echo of the door slamming closed behind him.

Joel stiffened slightly, lowering his eyes and clenching his jaw slightly as he heard the door slam. He glanced to Castiel. "Will you please go and keep an eye on Ella?" He whispered. "I don't want anything to happen to her while I'm here." Castiel nodded and immediately vanished. Joel turned to Uriel. "I must ask you to hurry this up. I have an obligation to keep Ella safe and I can't do that when I'm here."

"Joel, I have the mind to turn you right over to my superiors this very moment. And although I'm sure Zachariah would smile at the thought of spending some time with you, I will try my best for the next few minutes to ignore the fact that you've disobeyed direct orders," Uriel said, circling around where Joel stood.

Joel kept facing straight ahead, narrowing his eyes faintly. "Do what you wish to me," He said quietly. "But I have done my job. I have protected Ella. You realize that if you had harmed her sister she might have done something drastic such as seek the help of the demons, and I am sure that our superiors do not want that to happen."

Uriel lifted his shoulders in a shrug. "Well, if you're doing your job as well as you say you are, I'm sure you would have found a way to prevent her from doing anything drastic."

"Uriel, I must admit that I am having a hard time believing that these orders are coming from our superiors. Having Dean torture Allastair? Wanting to kill Ella's sister because of one mistake? That can't be God's will. Our Father is a God of mercy... forgiveness...Maybe there is something wrong...," He said with a little sigh after a moment's hesitation.

"Our father left us a long time ago," Uriel said quickly, bitterly. "Don't you see that? How could you be so blind. He doesn't care what we do anymore, I am proof of that."

Joel's brows furrowed as he listened to Uriel. "How could you say that? What are you talking about?" He whispered.

"He stopped being our father, if he ever was, the moment he created them. Humanity. His favorites. Swining, puking larva," he snarled. "I want you to join me, Joel. With you, we can be powerful enough to..."

Joel's calm expression became one of horror as he stared in disbelief at Uriel, his mouth hanging slightly open. He narrowed his eyes. "Don't even speak it!" He snapped, jabbing his finger toward Uriel.

"What you are talking about... it's -rebellion-, Uriel." He hissed the last word as if afraid to speak it too loudly.

"I'm talking about raising our brother, Joel," He said with a nod. "Lucifer.." He sighed, pacing around the room slowly. "You're young, you may not remember him. How strong he was... beautiful. And he didn't bow to humanity. And he was punished for defending us. If you want to believe in something, Joel, believe in him."

Joel stiffened, "I remember enough." He said between gritted teeth. "I will never believe in him. I still serve our Father, and I will continue to do so."

"So you will not join me?"

"I would rather die," Joel said firmly, clenching his fists at his sides.

"As you wish," Uriel said with a shrug, standing behind him, before letting a silver archangel's sword slide out of his sleeve into the palm of his hand. He thrust the weapon into the back of the young angel's throat, twisting it.

Joel's eyes widened as the blade pierced his throat and his mouth fell open. He whimpered weakly, his brows furrowing as he looked at Uriel. His eyes fell blank and he gave a little cough. Suddenly, his eyes widened and he cried out, a bright light bursting from his eyes and mouth and filling the room. The young boy's body collapsed onto the ground, his black wings spread out beneath him on the floor of the building.